Conan: Begins to collaborate with Miss Bayonetta and become famous

Chapter 786 Do You Know Vermouth?

Erica (the woman) raised her chin slightly, her tone undeniably forceful. "My team in Paris is already in place. If Lark leaves the Grand Palais, he will be apprehended immediately. A G5 on standby will take him directly to Guantanamo, where we'll pry him open."

The man with the airplane-like head frowned, immediately spotting the flaw: "Spending a precious day listening to a confession we can't verify? We haven't even confirmed the identity of the confessor!"

He flatly denied it. "No! We need reliable intelligence, and we need it now—"

He turned his head sharply, his eyes locked on the Baijiu behind him, "The Baijiu team exists to deal with situations like this."

"The liquor crew?" Erica scoffed, a flicker of undisguised contempt between her brows. "It was just a Halloween farce, a bunch of adults wearing rubber masks and trick-or-treating."

Her gaze pierced Baijiu sharply, with naked disdain, "If he could have kept the plutonium core in Berlin, we wouldn't be wasting our time here now."

Baijiu narrowed his eyes slightly, but there was no anger on his face. Instead, he was unusually calm, as if he had long been accustomed to such contempt.

He knew very well that Erica would eventually change her mind - the airplane head was a living example, and Ryan's last action had allowed the minister to witness his abilities for the first time.

The guy with the airplane head responded on Baijiu's behalf: "But if he does that, his teammates will die."

"Indeed, they will die." Erica raised her eyebrows and said in a cold tone, "That's our duty. That's why I insist that my people must be present at the scene of the operation, responsible for assessing the situation."

She swayed her shoulders slightly and gestured to the tall man behind her, "Special Operations Division, Agent Walker, codename Mojito."

"Yes," the pilot nodded, a hint of helplessness between his brows, "I've heard of him. He's the best agent in America, well-known."

He changed the subject, deliberately raising his voice, "But you're used to using a scalpel, and I prefer a hammer. I disagree."

Baijiu's gaze passed over the bow of the plane and fell on Mojito who was lying in the shadow.

The other person's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and his jawline was tight, revealing an unquestionable determination.

The pilot suddenly turned his gun around and asked provocatively, "Do you know who Baijiu's lover is?"

Baijiu immediately kicked his heel with her toes, her lips moved slightly, and her voice was very low: "Don't go off topic."

"Sorry." The guy with the haircut put his fist to his lips and coughed lightly. He straightened his back and looked down at Erica condescendingly, "I have the operational command authority directly granted by Karasuma Renya. Any objections? Go find him yourself." His tone was harsh.

Erica sneered: "I'm afraid I'll disappoint you."

Although there was no smile on her lips, her eyes were filled with the calmness of someone who was confident of victory. "I've already looked for him, and he agreed."

Baijiu frowned slightly, with doubts in his mind.

BOSS gives in so easily?

A chilling inference instantly flashed through his mind: Could it be that the boss wanted to use him to eliminate the traitor lurking in the upper echelons of the organization... ?

Erica stared at the nose of the plane with a sharp gaze and issued an ultimatum: "Either my people go with you, or no one else can go."

Airplane head: “………………”

The two men's eyes clashed fiercely in the air, and the atmosphere was tense.

Seeing that Erica had no intention of retreating, the plane turned its head sharply and strode towards the depths of the hangar, breaking the deadlock.

He simply signaled Baijiu to follow with his eyes, and the two figures were soon swallowed up by the dark dusk in the distance.

Erica then turned around and faced Mojito, and warned him seriously, "Remember, don't let anyone stop you from getting the plutonium core.

Neither Baijiu nor his teammates, no one can do that.”

Mojito nodded silently, then turned around and walked steadily towards the huge transport plane.

Baijiu took the documents and was the first to step into the cold belly of the transport plane.

Mojito followed closely behind, looking calm, holding a briefcase in one hand and the other hand casually shoved in his trouser pocket.

After a while.

"boom------"

The roar of the engine tore through the inky night sky.

The transport plane was like a dormant steel behemoth, its four engines silently spewing out heat waves, and its cold, hard metallic luster glowed under the cold moonlight.

The huge outline of the fuselage cast an oppressive shadow in the moonlight.

Inside the cabin, Baijiu put aside the external disturbances, temporarily regarded Mojito as a team member, and took the initiative to share information - he knew what was important and what was not.

He paced in the spacious yet cold cargo hold. The cold and hard lights on both sides illuminated the empty space and the neatly arranged equipment, and the metal floor reflected the dim light.

Several boxes of goods were stacked in the center.

Mojito stood with his hands behind his back, pacing beside the cargo box and looking around.

Baijiu took off his black leather jacket, revealing a black short-sleeved shirt underneath. "White Widow has informants at all levels of government. This transport plane is disguised as a commercial airliner."

He had the document tucked under his arm—the very document the pilot had given him. "So we can parachute into France undetected. White Widow and Lark will meet in the VIP room at midnight."

He pulled out the document and handed it to Mojito: "No one can enter without the electronic bracelet issued in advance."

Mojito took it and casually opened it to check.

Baijiu bent down, picked up a black briefcase from Mojito's feet, and placed it on top of the cargo box. From the corner of his eye, he saw Mojito's eyes linger on the plan of the bracelet on the document.

"We've got the RFID code from Lak's bracelet," Baijiu explained, "so we can locate it."

He unzipped his briefcase and pulled out a phone in each hand. The screens glowed a faint blue, and the progress bar flashed in a loop. "If we find that bracelet, we'll find Lark."

"And then?" Mojito asked, holding the documents.

He opened his lips slightly and was about to say "That bag is mine".

Baijiu, however, took the initiative and said in a teasing tone, "We have quite similar tastes. We even have the same briefcase style."

Mojito's words were blocked, and a barely perceptible look of depression flashed across his face.

"Then..." Baijiu pretended not to notice and pulled out a portable electronic device from his black briefcase. It looked like a laptop. He opened the cover and saw a screen on top and a long device embedded on the bottom.

While Mojito was still secretly unhappy, Baijiu had already pulled out a device that looked like a small signal jammer from below, with eye-catching red lights flashing at both ends.

Without warning, he aimed the red light at Mojito's face and scanned it.

A dazzling red light suddenly appeared, and Mojito subconsciously closed his eyes and took a half step back.

Mojito's complex facial recognition data and identity information quickly appeared on the computer screen, with a profile picture and detailed data columns next to it.

Baijiu looked at the screen and explained his plan: "When the time comes, I will borrow his identity to meet the White Widow and ask her to lead us to the package."

Mojito's tone was filled with obvious sarcasm: "With such a lousy trick, would anyone really believe it?"

Baijiu just smiled and didn't respond.

Falling out? Now is not the time.